bumble / bea

Jean-Luc’s first instinct was to reach out and steady her, but he knew by now that no matter how clumsy Bea may be, she always seemed to come out of it in one piece. ( Still, the part of him that still felt like a big brother despite their age felt his heart rate increase every time she nearly hurt herself ) “Sometime next week? Hm, I guess I can wait here that long, but my boss might not be thrilled.” Tapping his fingers absentmindedly on the arm of the chair, he made a show of settling in. It was good-natured - as if Luc had it in him to be anything else - but he still huffed. The reminder never grew old. “You are, of course, my mistake.” Despite the teasing lilt, his smile was nothing but fond as he backed down immediately. Jean-Luc had his share of flaws, but he never argued unless it was necessary, especially with his siblings. “But how do I know you won’t throw it away the second I leave?” He asked in the stern tone reserved exclusively for those with the last name Delacour. A smile was quick to blossom on his face, and he nodded. “I thought you’d never ask. What are you in the mood for?”

“Make yourself at home,” she replied with a tightlipped smile. The twins were close, best friends even. She would not mind the company even if he really did spend an entire week in the office but she imagined he would get bored every time she had to leave him there to translate... and he would distract her when she was trying to get other work done. Maaaybe it wasn’t the best idea. She mock scoffed, holding the apple up. “You have no faith in me, do you?” she asked, the pressed the fruit to her lips while she contemplated his question. Yes, she was eating an apple, planning lunch and talking about dinner all at the same time. “Hm...Something light enough to hold us over, but not something that’s going to fill us up before family dinner. I’m thinking... that cute little bakery down the street?” Really, the cafe had been on her mind all day. They had the best pumpkin scones all year round, and she’d been craving one all week so she was using her brother’s visit as an excuse to go get one.

laurent.

A lover of all things beautiful,   the younger Delacour has always preferred his native tongue to English,   and so he can’t be blamed for slipping into it in greeting.   “   Clumsy little duck.   ”   The words roll off his tongue,   the term of endearment uttered like a secret between siblings as he moves towards her.   Linking arms,   Laurent all but propels her along,   towards…   somewhere that is away from all the looks of concern.   “   Me and several others,   ”   he replies honestly,   flashing a charming smile and a wave of dismissal at a bystander.   “   I blame the floor,   of course.   There was a slant.   ”   It’s pure luck that he runs into her so quickly on this particular afternoon,   spared from searching about the Ministry to invite his sister to lunch.

A small smile tugged on Beatrice’s lips at the nickname he had been using for her for... most of his life. She was the oldest, but both of her brothers acted like the older sibling at times... and Laurent was taller, so he was right in calling her a little duck. His arm was through hers and they were walking away in the next second and she just rolled with it... groaning at his admission. “They all saw?” she asked, turning to glance over her shoulder. Of course they did, but they all forgot about the incident already. She faced forward again and sighed. “I swear the floor has it out to get me. Not just that one either, all the floors,” she said, only half kidding as she looked up at her brother. “What are you doing here anyway?” she questioned.

Dirk looked up when movement caught the corner of his eye. At first, he smiled at the sight of Bea and started to lift his hand to get her attention but he stopped mid-action when he realised she was about to trip. His eyes widened, half expecting her to fall flat on the ground and only when she didn’t did he relax and let out a laugh which he quickly bit down on. “Didn’t see what?” he said, shaking his head though he was still struggling to keep the laughter at bay. “Hey, it could have been a lot worse.”

Beatrice wasn’t sure if she was relieved or disappointed that it was a friend that saw the scene play out before him. His reaction drew a smile from her lips though, and she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, stepping towards him. “This is why I keep you around, Cresswell,” she replied, offering him a small smile. “You’re not wrong. As clumsy as I am, I could have taken us both out, then I would have been apologizing, then, me being me, I would have apologized for apologizing and we do not want to fall down that rabbit hole. -How are you? I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever.”

Orion and Bea had plans to meet up for lunch and he arrived at their meeting spot just in time to see her almost fall flat on her face. It wasn’t exactly a sight he hadn’t seen a million times before and Orion was already moving to steady her when she managed herself. “No clue what you’re talking about,” he grinned, before wrapping an arm around her shoulder in a makeshift hug, “It’s so good to see you, Bea.” 

“This is why you’re my favourite. Don’t tell the others,” she teased, smile growing on her lips. The Selwyns were some of Bea’s favourite people in the whole world. They ranked below her siblings, but possibly above her husband. Not that she would ever admit that, but they were family too. They were like an extension of the Delacours, some of their oldest and dearest friends... and, well, maybe Bea would always harbour a small crush on Orion but who could blame her? She was quick to return the hug, still smiling. “Likewise. I feel like it’s been forever. How’s life treating you?”

As if he could help it, his face lit up as soon as he saw her. The twins had never really been apart until Bea had gotten married, not for long, and Jean-Luc figured a little codependency was healthy. Besides, the Delacour clan had always been particularly tight-knit. “Bea, ma couer, I can always come back later - don’t let me interrupt.” Tone clearly teasing, he raised an eyebrow and made as if to leave, but soon he was grinning just as much as her. Jean-Luc’s smile turned fond - as if he was ever anything other than fond with her - and nodded, acquiescing without further argument. “I guess I can’t argue with that logic.” And even if he could, he wouldn’t; even the usual sibling bickering never lasted more than a few moments with them. Still, he’d always be a touch overprotective, and so he gave her a hard look. “As long as you finish that. Family dinner won’t be family dinner if you pass out on us.”

Narrowing her eyes playfully, Beatrice leaned back in her chair - almost a little too far, and almost fell over, almost. She caught herself, sitting upright again like nothing happened, and took another bite of the apple, talking with a mouth full of fruit like the classy witch she was. “Sorry. Can’t. Busy later,” she teased back, leaning forward to grab a quill with her free hand. “I might be able to quill you in for sometime next week though.” She tried to give him a stern look, but there was amusement etched into all of her features. “You should never argue with me. I’m the oldest, therefore, I’m always right.” She was only older by seven minutes (or a whole day, depending on how bratty she was feeling) but she held it over his head whenever it was convenient for her. Like right now. “You can literally see me eating it,” she pointed out, taking another bite. “-But it’s not going to fill me up. Wanna go grab something to eat?”

Out of Character

Name / Alias: KT

Age: 25

Pronouns: she/her

Timezone: est

Triggers: none

In Character

I spotted BEATRICE MARIE FAAYA DELACOUR in Diagon Alley early today. Have you heard the rumors? Supposedly the HALFBLOOD (QUARTER VEELA)  is affiliated with NO ONE. Born on MAY / 21 / 1951, they are THIRTY and identify as FEMALE (SHE/HER) and PANSEXUAL. They work as a MINISTRY TRANSLATOR; it makes sense, given they are AWKWARD & CLUMSY but also SPONTANEOUS & ENTHUSIASTIC. When I think of them, I think of a smile that could light up any room, a cauldron bubbling over the edge, and a misplaced wand that always finds it’s way home .

Faceclaim: Demet Ozdemir

Are you filling a wanted connection?: no

Biography

Beatrice was an only child for seven minutes, and legend (aka her parents) say that she cried for all seven of them until Jean-Luc was born. The two of them were best friends and partners in crime, only growing closer as the years went on. Beatrice was older, but it was Jean-Luc that took on a big brother role for all three of the Delacour kids. (Bea only claimed the ‘oldest’ title when it was convenient for her, tossing it right back to Jean-Luc whenever there was any type of responsibility that came with it.) Beatrice loved being a big sister though. Laurie and Angel and JL were her favorite people in the entire world. They had a loving family, with the best parents kids could ask for.

Ever since she was a little girl, Beatrice was told what a beautiful young lady she was. She learned of her veela heritage from her mother and aunt Apolline and though she was only a quarter veela, it was enough to catch the attention of any age appropriate boy within a hundred mile radius. She wanted to be more than just pretty though. She wanted to be bold, and intelligent, and funny, and cool. Instead, she was clumsy and a little awkward, but she was smart. She was fluent in english, french and turkish from a young age, but started studying other languages for fun during summer breaks between her years at Beauxbatons. She’s been known to randomly switch languages mid sentence when she gets worked up about something, but tends to stick to her three main languages when that happens, so her siblings are able to hold conversations with her.